Dawn treader

As the land became steeped in nightfall an unfamiliar aroma lingered just beyond the borders. Ever vigilant on patrol, Tuwawi became altered by the scent and immediately began to track its course. To her dismay, the stranger's path traced their boundaries, and with each step the Sveijarn became more and more distressed by the vagrant's presence. With no clear purpose other than to linger ominously, Tuwawi could only assume the worse. A wandering male was a large threat to her family and children; a threat that needed to be snuffed out. Her crimson hair spiked along her nape and spine as she broke into a swift gallop, eager to intercept the destitute wanderer.

Silver eyes became illuminated in the shady dawn, but it wasn't long before brighter rays ebbed from betwixt the boughs of reaching aspens. In the distance was the wolf she sought, platinum and stoic like a shard of granite, but she wasted little time on observations. Bold and lofty strides carried Tuwawi towards him in a quick descent, and it wasn't long before she was just a few lengths away. "Who are you," the alpha hissed with a rumble in her throat.